All Hands Lyrics - Blues Traveler

Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone 

I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone 

Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown 

And the bell rings seven times 

Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose 

No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close 

But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below 

And the bell rings seven times, all hands left on deck 

An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea 

She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free 

But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me 

And the bell rings seven times, all hands left on deck 

No hope of rescue, no hope of dry ground 

The siren calls all souls on board to follow her down